Previous Chapters *** Wind I got in with a spell Sliptide told me. I got in shielding myself with a summoning circle around my knees with runes for sanity, speed, and resolve. I got in, muttering under my breath, “Clarak, slar, helva garden rill tiv lo wisphel li o caral o tara car y (open,Continue reading “Wind & Qind”
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Bind & Kind
Eat up, she said. You’ll need your strength, she said. If you’re bent on entering the astral plane, I can try to help, she said. But remember when I said, she said, we do
Mind
You don’t need an astral plane, Sliptide said, eating her fish. You need to recover from whatever you did and saw on that stone mesa. And I said, I spent seventy years learning what took most demons and
7- Muse my dragon
If you poke a sleeping dragon they don’t wake. Why do I know? Cuz Sliptide poked her lover fifty times in her sleep the first night I was there. So I left the den, realizing otherwise
I asked Sliptide
I asked Sliptide one night under the spinning moons and planet’s rings if she’d ever met a witch before. Not because I wondered about you, Clarissa; mountain dragons and green dragons have fundamentally different
Welcome to the Realm of Green Dragons
acid souls, dreamer knolls, emerald scales, shale-tough tails. Forest peaks, spruce-blue trees, poison shrouds, wing-swept clouds. My green dragon ride called herself Sliptide, or the equivalent in her slippery serpent language. I practiced her
6- up again
(slight trigger warning for this poem: short descriptions of death and carnage) *** The green dragon almost didn’t want to go back home, she wanted to fly past the desert I’d never crossed and find a sea and eat the
5- down with
how long do you think it took me to leave? Not just leave The City, but leave the icy sun, stone mesa and copper domes where people and rats lived? The kid who
Rails
Rails, Rails, Off the Rails, hear her wails–Rails, Rails, she must fail, fall to
Training barrage
Studying amongst immortal demons and dragons–keeping myself alive on life force and blood–must’ve messed up my sense of time, cuz Rails sped like a rumbling train before I had time to look back. She didn’t spend seventy-something years at a witch school, but she learned what I taught her about
Jordyn Saelor 